It was the year of midterms, bulging pockets & Pentagon reveals, tax overhauls.
All this got into Rikers with greater exposure. Chemical arms for the Clinton term.
It was the year of doing good, in harm’s way. Star offers rewards & risks. Charity.
It was the year of not trusting America and bad news, my boy’s home from happiness is a warm robot. The object lesson of the moment.
It was the year of continents in conversation, blah blah blah at the Armory.
It was the year of homeless, because they are abused at home. Hacking is easy. And prison is hard.
It was the year of colossal ambition, a Oklahoma oilman’s billion dollar divorce , more transparency & more pay for CEOs.
It was the year of a topsy turvy world where the survivor hates the spotlight. The opera in Rome is a hotbed of chaos and China warms to sci fi.
It was the year of a tricky transition from fossil fuel. A rendezvous at 34,000 miles per hour. Buying is easy. Delivery is hard.
It was the year of how to dazzle without the frazzle. Romantic passion with a whiff of ambiguity. When three into one equals more. It became a game of spiraling costs.
It was the year of uncertainty in Washington. Long list of economic perils. The man with no fixed address.
It was the year of flying by the seat of our pants, a look at looking different. A storybook heroine igniting a debate on race.
It was the year of distress at sea.
It was the year of four decades of inhaling deeply.
It was the year of a steady loss of confidence.
It was the year of rewriting war.
It was the year of learning, how little we know.
Cat Tyc is a writer & new media artist that lives in Brooklyn, NY. She is a MFA Candidate in Writing/Activism at Pratt Institute.